Many rivers to cross but I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering, I am lost as I travel along the white cliffs of Dover. Many rivers to cross and it's only my will that keeps me alive. I've been licked, washed up for years, and I merely survive because of my pride.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 735 | 2015-11-04 21:48:16 | 103.17 | 96% |
| 358 | 2014-03-21 19:17:24 | 96.55 | 91% |